On the shores of Winni Pesaukee
By the shining clear blue water
Smiling dimpled in the gloaming
While her citizens are roaming,
Lost and searching for the foaming
Path away from Free State moaning
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| Wyeth |
And she slips into the waiting
Laps of creeps she calls her brothers
Grand Old Party now corroded
Spreads its poison reviling others
She reposes dark and comely
While the Granite State decomposes...
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| Party Girl |
